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letra de phonin' it in - the grammar club

[verse 1]
buto bumpin’ weezy and yeezy up in the ocho
like fiddy said i’m finna put the game in a chokehold
yo, i’ma chris nolan it, never be in-phoning it
and owing to my focus i’m dope and the sh-t
coping with the dopes and the dips
whole flow is a bit coconuts
oh, ayo, i’m so, so cold but a bit over it
listen, you’re f-cking wack
that’s right, you suck at rap
so i ain’t up for daps or a bucket of hugs, blaggard
you f-cks are getting gutted and stuffed with a cut cabbage
i’ma serve it to your crew up on stickam, fool
or slap a turkey–ss rapper back to istanbul (swag)
yeah, i don’t f-ck with a weak scheme
it’s why i’ll even leave and peep and creep on your street team
and geeks fiend for every free buto release
seems the beats’ll keep ’em l!cking it up…like khajiits preen
f-ck nerdcore, i’ma kick it in the d-ck, bruh
this is for my hip-hop cat, his name was tikvah

[chorus]
cause you’ve been phonin’ it in, boy
you phony baloney
is as does
why don’t you buy me a pony?
with you talk about your power and your money and fame
“yeah i’m back, yeah i’m back.” it’s a godd-mn shame
yeah i’m back
yeah, back phonin’ it in

[verse 2]
so many quarters that i hold in my sack
i’m phoning all my homies, sadly they ain’t calling me back
i’m in the dangerroom to level my stats
and i don’t never ever slack when it comes to these tracks
and don’t ask about the last jack
stumbled like an -sshat
your punchlines are a joke, like your rhymes should have a laugh track
don’t have to tell me ’bout your mountain of swag, and
save your city, i don’t care where you’re at, man
but when you rap like this, cause you wrote it
on a paper in your bas-m-nt save amazement when i say to yoke it
it’s like you get too deep and try to sneak another weak cliche
like your fans won’t make a peep, and ya creep
like sneaking candy in your pockets out the drug store
you’re not a legend in this game, not like rap has got a rushmore
once more, it’s like you are the king of the worst
and if we’re both nerdcore, i hope they hear me first
i cl!ck game above the waist, i get my face in outer sp-ce
i’m on pace to save the human race
no need for thanks, i’m saying peace

[chorus]
cause you’ve been phonin’ it in, boy
you phony baloney
is as was
why don’t you leave alone, yeah?
all your talk about your power and your money and fame
nothing bad that you had drove you insane
yeah i’m back
yeah, back phonin’ it in

[verse 3]
try harder – otherwise, honestly, why bother?
my zygotic efforts all like “why i oughta”
my psychotic episodes, highs and pathetic lows
ready, steady, wait a minute, no; let it go
i feel pitiful, my cipher is hypercritical
my political stance comes out in rants but i can’t fit it all
into the origami of a cogent thought
they think it’s all behind me but i hope it’s not
i need the service of a robocop rebuilder
grow-op weed k!llers, my photoshop needs filters
i’d be iller if i could call in work to sick
stall this circus with flawless perfectness
wait, no… perfectionism is the curse
that has me living in reverse and imprisoned in the earth
getting burned by art, poems and hard luck sucks
my smartphone’s charged up… here we go

- the grammar club

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